I’d Rather Play With My Teddy Bear
Why be in a relationship made in “hell”,
I could be making spells on Mel.
Why fight over “emotional poison” buried in a partner’s head,
I rather make 'poison spells” on a Krendoll doll instead.
I could be playing with someone who is FUN for me,
Like a dog, a puppy or a child climbing trees.
Yes, if your drama bag is all you have to share,
I’d rather be PLAYING with my Teddy Bear.
The End…
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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My Teddy Bear Is More Fun
Why be in a relationship made in “hell”,
I could be making spells on Mel.
Why fight over “emotional poison” buried in a partner’s head,
I rather make 'poison spells” on a Krendoll doll instead.
I could be playing with someone who is FUN for me,
Like a dog, a puppy or a child climbing trees.
Yes, if your drama bag is all you have to share,
I’d rather be PLAYING with my Teddy Bear.
The End…
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Your Word Is Powerful
We cast spells that puts us in our hell,
it’s how we talk to ourselves.
Do we say something that’s mean or
something in between?
Agreements we made when we were young,
statements, spells, the word had just.
Use white magic it begins with yourself,
tell yourself how wonderful you are,
how wonderful you are that you are a shiny star.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 22,2012
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Chemistry
You fit like a glove around my hand,
Like the oceans water caressing the sand.
I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,
I felt you curly wavy hair.
I’m letting my memories now go to dust,
For this relationship,
was only heated in lust.
Not much more in the relationship store,
For it was missing it’s maturity core.
Written by Christina Sunrise Copyright 2011
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Granny Krendoll Brings Star To Life
Granny Krendoll with her sewing flair
sews Star doll and yarns her hair.
Granny Krendoll makes Star into a small doll
once Star is alive the two have a ball.
Star writes Granny Krendoll once in awhile
she likes writing her letters that make her smile.
Then Granny Krendoll does get sick
she is sent to Krendoll hospital to recover quick.
Star had to make sure Granny Krendoll was alright
in fact Granny Krendoll told the nurse, where is Star tonight?
Right then Star with Melodie soon arrived
to sit by friend Granny Krendoll's dear old side.
Now Granny Krendoll gets healthy and recovers real soon
she enjoys sewing new dolls and her new life too.
Thank you Granny Krendoll for raising the bar
if it wasn't for you, the world would not have Star.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 14,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sonny Days
Driving down A1A,
I was with friend Sonny,
during very sunny days.
Playing her radio very loud,
we had a blast driving
through town.
Down, down to
Ft. Lauderdale,
where there is a
tunnel that made
me pale.
Yes, I couldn’t wait
to get to the other side,
cars coming at you,
you could not hide,
making it though and still alive,
everything feels just so fine.
At the library we did type,
getting things kicked out
like playing a melodie pipe.
Eating at a restaurant that very night,
Ft Lauderdale has changed so much in sight.
One things for sure and do say,
it was fun remembering those very
Very “Sonny Days”.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise 2011
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Only Chemistry
You fit like a glove around my hand,
Like the oceans water caressing the sand.
I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,
I felt you curly wavy hair.
I’m letting my memories go to dust,
For this relationship,
was only heated in lust.
Nothing more in this
relationship store,
For it was missing it’s
maturity core.
Written By Christina Sunrise in 1995
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Vengeful Psychic
There once was a psychic who loved to chat,
She made up lies to Christina, saying this or that.
See, psychic needed more money and she wanted revenge,
So she started telling lies to all of Christina's friends.
Then of course she told Christina the biggest lie of all,
She told Christina to date Skunky and suck on his balls.
Skunky was of course the worst creep Christina had ever met,
He was a liar, a cheat and even did theft.
But in the end, Skunky became the psychic’s friend…
Stalking her on the internet.
Then of course psychic didn’t know,
She emailed Skunky photos of her 'island with no snow'.
But as soon as Skunky telephoned psychic a thousand times X 2,
She quickly ended it with Skunky and said they were through.
Now, Skunky had no redeeming qualities as of yet,
But his stalking the psychic made Christina very upset,
And it made Christina think “who is the one I’m worse off to have met?
Well, they are both really scummy just the same,
Playing on Christina’s good heart like a volleyball game.
But Christina won out over both of them,
Making rhyming peeve poems is the best revenge.
Written on Jan.20,2011 by Christina Sunrise
Copyright 2011 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
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Poison! Poison!
Poison I breathe, poison I eat,
And poison poison I do drink,
Poison are my thoughts, poison are my acts,
Poison are my sleeps, poison are my dreams,
My blood is poison, poison is my flesh,
And poison poison are my bones.
Wherever I move
I envenom my fellow beings,
And enlarge my kingdom,
This is how my life goes on,
Living in the world: all poison poison.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Protect The Polar Bears
Exxon Mobile, Chevron,
BP and Shell,
join together to make
Polar Bear Wildlife
a living hell.
The plan to strike,
not with a knife,
But with oil drilling,
Which starts spilling
Over The Polar Bear Wild
Preserve,
'have you heard? '
Please donate to
The Polar Bear Protection Fund,
Center for Biological Diversity
work has begun,
We need to fight to protect
The Polar Bear’s right,
To have a home on Earth,
To live and give birth.
Please visit www.biologicaldiversity.org
Don’t be like Star Trek’s borg.
Written on March 8,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Love Of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
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Funny Fake Doll
As a kid I made a fake “me” doll,
she was like me but not too tall.
I sewed her up with bathroom towels,
she was original and had no jowls.
Practical joke I did make,
with Funny Doll that was fake.
I put fake doll in my bed,
covered the blankets over dolls head.
Then my sister went to sleep,
I told her from far away,
I was sleeping “Please don’t make a peep? ”
My sister said, “Are you alright?
you look very sick looking tonight.”
I replied, with a yell, ha! Ha!
Then I ran to room laughing like hell.
My sister got scared, and then she laughed,
It was very funny, it was a blast.
These funny childhood memories are the ones that last.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2011
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Sonny Days
Driving down A1A,
I was with friend Sonny,
during very sunny days.
Playing her radio very loud,
we had a blast driving
through town.
Down, down to
Ft. Lauderdale,
where there is a
tunnel that made
me pale.
Yes, I couldn’t wait
to get to the other side,
cars coming at you,
you could not hide,
making it though and still alive,
everything feels just so fine.
At the library we did type,
getting things kicked out
like playing a melodie pipe.
Eating at a restaurant that very night,
Ft Lauderdale has changed so much in sight.
One things for sure and do say,
it was fun remembering those very
Very “Sonny Days”.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise 2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Poison Heart
No one ever thought this one would survive
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind
Lock you in a dream, never let you go
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
Making friends with a homeless torn up man
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up.
There's danger on every corner but I'm okay
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart,
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!
You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes,
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart,
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.
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Lost Poems
When I was a child about the age of 5,
I wrote a ton of poems late at night,
I gave them to my school teacher
who thought they were great,
but I never did see them again to this date.
My mom tells me I became despairingly mad,
then I became really sad,
which then made me cry and cry,
so to make up for lost time,
and also before I lose my mind,
I write Purple Poems that really do rhyme.
That my friend is what you will find,
when reading Purple Poems from Christina Sunrise.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Jim’s Mad
On New Year’s Eve,
While Sue was asleep,
Skunky became a stealing creep,
He stole a silver corkscrew that was cheap,
For it was only a dollar at the dollar store,
Skunky tried to say it was soo much more.
Yes, he told his 'made up lies' to Sue,
Saying 'it only came in the colors of red or blue,
They don’t make the silver ones anymore, '
But that’s not what Jim said,
as he shook his head
'Why he stole from me
I’ll bonk him in the ________'
Written by Christina on Jan.16,2011
Copyright 2011 Christina Sunrise
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Only Chemistry
You fit like a glove around my hand,
Like the oceans water caressing the sand.
I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,
I felt you curly wavy hair.
I’m letting my memories go to dust,
For this relationship,
was only heated in lust.
Nothing more in this
relationship store,
For it was missing it’s
maturity core.
Written By Christina Sunrise in 199
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Chemistry
You fit like a glove around my hand,
Like the oceans water caressing the sand.
I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,
I felt you curly wavy hair.
I’m letting my memories now go to dust,
For this relationship,
was only heated in lust.
Not much more in the relationship store,
For it was missing it’s maturity core.
Written by Christina Sunrise for www.purplepoems.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Delusioned
Delusioned from the age of three,
with the program of “you against me”.
Trusting no one is the norm,
Feeling helpless against the storm.
Storm that’s raging in your head,
making your life a living dread.
How do you get off this merry go round?
Take control of your mind without a rebound?
Feel the pain you never felt,
Like an snowball that has to melt,
All the trauma you’ve been dealt.
Dirty grey and dirty blue,
built up in your cell memory too.
Will this drama ever end?
get humans back on course again.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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We Live Like Beggars
We live like beggars in
God’s kingdom of light,
we can’t see I so we
put up a fight,
a fight not to have
the whole pie,
until realize we can
reach for the skies,
because on the other side
they say we make our
wishes very small,
they say we can have
it big, we can have it all.
So living in world
of frozen thought,
we need help
to get everything we got.
we need help from guides
and angels too,
So look for help
and pray to them me
and you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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Shy Guy
Shy guy with eyes so blue,
sitting there in the light of the moon.
Playing your guitar while shooting the breeze,
with good wine, Jim and me.
Now of course Jim knew the score,
he wanted to keep shy guy from me
because he loves and adores
thee;
and though he asked to see such a delight,
Shy guy said "no" because of a fight.
So better not to pursue
it for a wild chance,
It would end good times
around the "happy" camp.
Then my stomach felt so scared,
I know I couldn't really dare.
I would bring this to the light,
and make sure shy guys was alright.
I brought goodness to the end,
so that we all still could be friends.
Written on Jan.27,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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